"ijin, you have serious injuries, you cant go on a job like this. and did you even use the medicinal herbs i sent you?" you nag the high schooler, leaning against the wall as you wait for him to change into his suit outside of the locker rooms.
"i'm alright, ( y/n ). i did use the herbs, which is why im participating in this job–because my wounds feel much better." you can tell he's starting to get irritated.
who wouldn't? you've been nagging and nagging him for over an hour.
"i know you're getting this job because you need money for your sister's birthday gift." you grumble, watching as the door swings open, revealing your handsome partner in duty for tonight.
he doesn't respond, only walking ahead without paying attention to you.
following after him with angry huffs, you secretly made it a mission to make sure he doesn't do anything but stand tonight while you do all the work.
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the lights on set are blinding as you and ijin walk into the room, cameras standing in every corner as the staff pause in their tracks.
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feeling uncomfortable with the amount of eyes on you, you walk closer to ijin, maintaining a confident outside interior while you secretly beg for the world to eat you alive and never spit you out.
once you reach the room where the celebrity you'd be guarding rests, you knock three times before the door opens.
"we're from sw." ijin starts, greeting eyes with another bodyguard and a man that seems to be a manager.
"uh..are you guys the bodyguards?" the managers asks, seemingly uncertain of your identities. were they not informed of your arrivals?
"yes. i'm ( l/n ) ( y/n )."
"i am yu ijin."
even after confirming and revealing your names, the tall guy that opened the door doesn't make way for you to enter, in fact, he seems quite angry.
